CHAPTER 96

“At least this makes so many things clear. You took up ménages after Heather’s death, didn’t you? Then if any woman got pregnant, you always had another man to blame.”

She’d figured him out fast. Exactly. She was exactly—Wait!

His gaze snapped over to Luc. “Maybe you’re the baby’s father. Maybe—”

“I’d love to take responsibility for this.” Luc dropped to his knees in front of Kimber, lifted her T-shirt, and placed a gossamer kiss on her still-flat belly. Deke waited for the relief. And waited. But watching Luc’s reverence as he stroked a soft hand over Kimber’s stomach, he could only feel sick at the thought of his cousin creating life inside his woman. The possibility made him want to retch and break something at the same time.

Then Luc stood and looked at him with not just sadness, but tragedy in his dark eyes. “But I can’t take responsibility, Deke. The baby can’t be mine.”

“You fucked her, too. Both of us did.”

“True.” Luc crossed the room and sat beside him, clapped a hand across